Dine without Worries - Exploring Brokenness: Poetry on Pain, Anger, and Human Flaws

Dine without Worries

They went out today,
A now-infrequent splurge,
Can’t do it as much
Anymore, prices have
Gone up by at least
fifty percent, what
Used to be absorbable
Is now much more draining,
A larger percentage of
Non-increasing wages
Taking away from necessities
While the powers that be
Dine without worries.

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Poetry by Guy Farmer